[I Like Trains]

Lord Glory did most of the manoeuvring through the crowd of courtiers that night. He was surprisingly not as bad as might be expected at it.

He woke up bleary the next morning, not being much of an early riser. "Oh! Here already." He struggled to get his mane and clothes in order, making sure he looked nice before he had to get out of the car.

Not a promising start.

[Meanwhile]

Whisk was pacing around the hall and muttering angrily to herself. "Idiot. He's going to get himself killed out there, mark my words. If that pony isn't a spy..."

Primrose the guard stood still and silent nearby. Both were stuck taking care of the place while His Lordship was away. Whisk hadn't taken it well, and while Primrose wasn't objecting, she hadn't said anything in favour of it either.